Raineh Daze

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

If you need to warn people about the volume, maybe it's a good idea to not link to it?

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Tyaethe paused to regain her composure at the entrance to the palace and, more importantly, readjust her sword so that it wasn't dragging on the ground again. It was so inconvenient to be carting it around out of armour but, whilst she might be willing to sacrifice her protection in order to attend a ball, she was never going to try protecting her Captain with anything less than her best offence. It wasn't like the guards minded terribly--the sword was sufficient proof of her identity and position amongst the knights.

She tuned out the introduction that accompanied her entrance into the ball; it wasn't like there was anything important there. Much better to try and focus on how to adjust this dress: it was too frilly and lacy but it had been the only thing the undead had dug up that was both suitably formal and fit. That didn't excuse how the lace on the sleeves extended past her fingers or how some overly enthusiastic dressmaker had chosen to embroider pearls all over the place and give the skirt multiple layers. Had it been up to Tyaethe, the frilly and cute abomination would never have been brought into existence.

Refusing a gift would have been wrong.

Admittedly, the cloth-of-gold scarf probably wasn't helping with making it any more comfortable. She'd be damned before she stopped wearing scarves, however, and the two century old ribbon had been dusted off and put to use. Scarves were one of the easiest ways to recognise her--if the pale skin and red eyes didn't, surely the completely superfluous scarf would?

The paladin made her way over to the numerous refreshments, sizing them up, before grabbing the darkest ale hidden along the tables and shooting glares at the onlookers asking if that was entirely a reasonable choice. She was already suffering through this by being out of armour and there was no way that the red-eyed paladin was going to abstain from something she enjoyed after two centuries without. All the fancy wines could be left to the poncy nobles.

Now that she was suitably braced for the inevitable politics that were going to happen, Tyaethe stomped her way over to the captain. There were numerous clues for the knights at who had joined their little conglomeration, after all, but the biggest came from similarity to a certain portrait stuffed in a corner of Candaeln. There were the familiar features seen through a visor, the enormous sword slung across her back, but most telling was the portrait's ankle-length white braid and its golden bow. Tyaethe in the picture had, however, been considerably more practically dressed. She had also been an adult.

For some reason, the Immortal Knight of the Iron Roses appeared to be nine years old and incredibly grumpy about the whole affair.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

@Vocab Weren't you going to sleep?

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

So very terrifying.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Then what is the actual reason people say Leviathan is terrifying? Or did I miss a joke? :<

@Ennui

Still an effectively unkillable demon prince of enormous power.

Also adorable.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Leviathan is so terrifying. So very terrifying.

Blanche quakes in fear of Leviathan despite living in the same house.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sadly, she's too late to prevent any molestation.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Operation Marmalade was a disaster. With the provided help of the maids and considerable diligence, the limes had been cut and juiced, then shredded and cooked. Jar after jar had been filled with the green preserve and Tyaethe had gathered them all that afternoon to take to the palace for the ball. Everything had been going swimmingly ad she was certain that she would be able to get in via the back entrance and keep a watchful eye on the captain without having to remove the armour.

Then the unthinkable had happened: someone had come out to collect the marmalade. Seeing as she was a paladin and not a deliveryman, there was nothing that Tyaethe could do except hand over the jars and return, defeated, to Candaeln and lock the door to her room. This was a pressing matter: with no time to come up with an alternative and the captain's specific request that she not come in her armour, she would have to actually go through the myriad wardrobes and drawers in search of clothing.

It was fair to say that the room had become something of a collection of old furniture over the years but the "why" wasn't terribly obvious. Even Tyaethe wasn't entirely sure.

The upshot of all this was that the undead knight had only just started preparing when the others were nearly finished and, consequently, she was going to be quite late. Now largely on her own with the remaining knights having been browbeaten into finding some lower-profile ball to attend, the paladin finished her preparations and set off for the ball. She had to get there before anyone molested the captain...

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

I'm not the GM, I just find that detail fun.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

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Supposedly it's not actually the tail count that's high, but rather the shading and the way the artist drew that piece which makes it seem like there's more. It's supposed to only have around 7-9. (And I would assume 9.)

If you try to count the visible ends of tails, you actually get quite less than you'd think. I still get 8-9 when counting.

@Ennui

But she's not over 900! :P